In case you have been living under a rock, in a cave, or in a palace on the outskirts of an indiscriminate town in Pakistan, as it turns out, Osama bin Laden is dead. One would imagine that a tall, bearded Muslim man on dialysis would be easier to find in Pakistan, or at least be found in less than ten years. But no. On May 4, 2011, bin Laden was found and killed in his extremely sketchy and obviously terror-housing mansion by a bunch of marines a decade after his claim to fame: the 9/11 attacks on the Twin Towers in New York City. Joy to the world. Or is it?
Despite the jubilant, jingoistic, jocular crowds chanting and singing outside of the White House on the night his death was announced, the slews of Facebook status updates, and the overused Martin Luther King Jr. quotes about how celebrating a death is hypocritical, the fact of his death remains, whether the public praises or hates the truth.